Full health is the kill threshold, no matter if you're a god or a demon!

Lily saw the two of them but didn't greet them; she just turned and left.

Lin Ying watched her retreating figure in silence for a moment.

"How long has she been like this?" Yin Qianyu asked from the side.

"Starting from the third day," Lin Ying said, her voice devoid of emotion, "we saved... at least sixteen or seventeen newcomers from the Dragon Kingdom."

"Just her alone?"

"Um."

Yin Qianyu was silent for a few seconds, then suddenly asked, "What's her motive?"

Lin Ying did not answer.

What's the point?

Who knows?

Perhaps it's for peace of mind.

Perhaps it's for the sake of atonement.

Perhaps they don't want anything in return.

I just wanted to do something.

Lin Ying withdrew her gaze, turned around, and left with the three newcomers.

Lily did not join any faction.

She didn't go to Leon, nor did she team up with other Western players.

She was alone, wandering among the human camp.

Sometimes it's for saving lives.

Sometimes it involves killing.

Once, she transformed into Liu Nian's appearance and charged into the army of pigmen, killing more than two hundred pigs in one go.

When she stormed into the pigman camp, the beasts were roasting—not wild animals, but humans. On a wooden frame in the center of the camp, a dozen or so human players were still struggling, and a bonfire blazed beneath them as they performed a blood sacrifice ritual.

Without thinking, Lily rushed in.

In Liu Nian's form, her attributes skyrocketed. Although she didn't have the same abnormal boosts as her original form, she was more than capable of dealing with ordinary pigmen.

She was like a sharp knife plunged into butter, leaving a trail of blood and flesh in her wake.

The pigmen initially erupted in chaos.

"Oh damn it, it's Liu Nian!"

"I knew they were up to something! Didn't they say they wouldn't hit us? They're cheating!"

"It was all a conspiracy after all! The Chinese have no intention of letting us go!"

Alarms blared, howls blared, and curses mingled together. The pigman war chief charged forward on his war boar, only to be blasted into mincemeat by Lily's punch.

She saved those dozen or so people.

Lead them to fight their way out.

Then, she disappeared again before the pigmen's reinforcements arrived.

It came as suddenly as it did.

In the following days, this "Liu Nian" appeared several more times.

The pigs began to realize that something was wrong.

Although this "Liu Nian" possesses terrifying combat power, he is worlds apart from the legendary bug-level guy.

The real Liu Nian—it is said that he can transform into a long dragon, with a single claw capable of shattering a city wall, a stomp capable of stunning a whole area, and a wave of his hand capable of unleashing a giant dragon that roars past…

Although this "Liu Nian" is capable of fighting, he is nothing compared to the previous bug-level guy.

The two have different skills, and this "Liu Nian" will not turn into a long dragon.

Therefore, he is not a significant threat.

"It's not that person," Grom concluded after hearing the report. "It's an imposter."

He hesitated for a moment, then waved his hand.

"Ignore her. What can she do all by herself? Keep ravaging humanity and wipe out all those strongholds."

So the pigs relaxed and continued to wreak havoc on human territory.

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The end of the Eye of Truth organization came faster than anyone imagined.

Eighth day.

Just eight days after humanity lost its main city, Leon could no longer hold on.

He led his remaining twenty-odd loyalists and, under cover of darkness, crept to the edge of the pigman camp. They threw away their weapons and equipment, kneeling in the mud like a flock of lambs to the slaughter.

"We...we are willing to become vassals."

Leon's voice was hoarse, like sandpaper scraping his throat, and his head was bowed low, almost touching the ground.

"As long as... as long as we live."

The pig-man guards formed a circle, looking down at them from their elevated position.

A mocking glint shone in those yellowed pig eyes.

Then, I don't know who laughed first.

The laughter spread like a plague, quickly turning into a frenzy of boisterous laughter. The pigs laughed so hard they were doubled over, their fangs trembling, and their saliva dripping onto the ground, splattering mud.

"Vassals?" A pig-man warchief stepped forward and kicked Leon on the head. "You? You bunch of trash?"

Leon did not move.

He just lay on the ground, like a lump of mud.

Zhan Shou bent down, pinched his chin, lifted his face, and examined him carefully for a long time.

Then he grinned.

"Okay, it's quite cute, I'll take it."

He released his grip, letting Leon's face slam into the mud.

"Get up, you piece of trash. From today onwards, you are our Hound Squad!"

Leon got up.

He didn't wipe the mud off his face, didn't look at his equally disheveled followers behind him, and showed no emotion whatsoever.

He just stood to one side with his head down.

The pigmen let them live, but in return, they had to lead the way—to find the hidden human strongholds, the remnants of the defeated army still putting up a stubborn resistance.

Leon had no choice but to agree.

He wanted to live.

As for what he would face after he lived—he dared not think about it, nor did he want to.

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Selena was not with Leon.

That day in the underground cave, she sat for a very long time, holding the "Eye of Truth" badge.

So long that the pigmen's patrol passed by three times, so long that the fungal light in the cave had dimmed a bit.

Then she stood up.

She walked to the muddy puddle at the edge of the cave, let go of the badge, and it fell into the mud with a muffled "plop." It was quickly swallowed by the mud and disappeared without a trace.

She turned and headed towards the Crystal Forest.

Meanwhile, in Eagle Descendant Cloud Crown City, atop a sheer cliff.

Asakura Kanna knelt on the cold stone slab.

Behind him were a dozen or so other kneeling players—some were Japanese like him, and a few were blond, blue-eyed Westerners. They were covered in wounds, their equipment was tattered, and their faces wore expressions of humble pleading.

"Please...please take me in, sir."

Asakura Kanna bowed her head deeply, in a standard posture.

"We are willing to become vassals!"

The Eagle Clan's high-ranking members stood on the steps, looking down at them with disdainful eyes as if they were looking at a few ants.

The eagle-descended duke, who was at the head of the group, suddenly raised his foot—

He kicked Asakura Shinno off the cliff.

"ah--!!!"

The screams pierced the sky, growing farther and farther away, fainter and fainter, until they finally disappeared into the sea of ​​clouds below.

The other kneeling people raised their heads in fear, only to meet the icy eyes of the Eagle Elder.

"roll."

The same scene unfolded at the Demon Bear Clan camp.

Santos, along with several South American players, was waving a white flag.

"No, don't do it!" Santos shouted. "We've come to surrender! We're willing to be their vassals!"

The warriors of the Demon Bear Clan stepped forward and looked at the group of uninvited guests.

Their gazes were more direct than those of the Eagle Clan—not indifference, but annoyance.

It's like watching a swarm of buzzing flies.

The leading demon bear warrior stared at Santos for a few seconds before speaking.

"roll."

After saying that, he turned and left.

The warriors of the Demon Bear Clan dispersed, each busy with their own affairs, leaving Santos and a few others standing there, looking at each other in bewilderment.

They're too lazy to even kill.

They're too lazy to even catch it.

It's simply a matter of disdain!

If it weren't for Liu Nian's formidable reputation, they would have killed these guys with a single swipe of their claws.

Santos opened his mouth, as if to say something.

But in the end, he didn't say anything.

He could only lead the remaining men and slink away from the camp.